Meow Mix and wine go good together when standing under the stars gazing up at a full moon of despair.
Donuts and glue are tasty too, unless of course you are looking over the ocean, drunk on gasoline fumes.
Imagine a time of breathless wonder, surrounded by liquid and enclosed in a cacoon of loving tenderness.
The feelings inside would bring pleasure divine, unleashing the heat of devotion into every single pore.
Tired feet scraping over broken glass, dangling arms, weary eyes, uncut hair, confused soul.
Drunk and full of cat food, I walk on; tiny rivulets of blood pouring out of my swaying feet,
coating the sand in the color of the gods.